We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began
Do you ever let yourself daydream the most fantastical daydream you can possibly imagine for your life? Some people don’t daydream like that. Others will
I’ve re-started a Tumblr page, and I’ve created a companion page to this page. The goal is, to keep what is good, to focus on
Of the nights I spent in love with you, I could write all day, though hindsight has seen fit to show me, that it was
The people I’ve loved the most are those so confidently at ease with themselves, that they put others at ease. If there’s a guy railing
I’ve dared to look upon the stars in wonder, in awe, and dream. I’ve dared to think for myself and challenge that thinking, to question
“Then Almitra said, speak to us of Love. And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
I’ve been exceptionally busy lately with no end to that in sight. I haven’t done any writing or editing in at least a week. So
I took about a two-week break from working on anything at all writing wise and that was about as much of a break from writing
One of the most wonderful things within the many fine and good examples that Bruce Lee left us with, is his example of inclusiveness.
I’ve worked hard the last couple of years to get some books published, I’m thinking of them as there were “the first five,” and now
from ‘Gold Mine’ _____this true heart______________ I will write your name on every breath from now until forever, forget you never, know that I have
Do you know what we have? Something that time will never touch, distance is no match for it, we are lucky to have it as
Of the nights I spent in love with you I could write all day though hindsight has seen fit to show me that it was
This statue, this sculpture, this piece of art, is how I feel, today, at forty-seven and a half years old. I don’t recall where I
Letting go is an art, and a grace, something not so much to be learned as practiced. I think to myself… If that was meant
I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can.
To speak of The Muse is to speak of The Ethereal, The Inspired. The walls shook with the sound of cascading thunder, the windows vibrating
Found her by the Willow Tree, Mud on her dress, Up to the knee, In her hand a string of beads, Tiny pearls, tiny seeds,
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most
The wanting of words let loose, wrapped around and back again, trailing into one another, not poetry but poetically realistic, to say, my toes
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the
Let Them Eat Cake February 21, 2008 The words are on the tip of my tongue, I can’t quite feel them to spit them